A bright red cap blinds you even in the darkness of the games bleachers. The womans pale blue eyes cast down, concentrating on something in her lap. Knitting needles flash, the metal catching stadium lights. In a canvas bag alongside her holds skeins of yarn, Sudoku books, and crossword puzzles. On her other side lurks a hulking handbag, overflowing with personals and wallets. Dark brown hairs gathered into a loose bun, clamped in a decorative bows teeth.
On occasion, when she stands with the crowd her back arches straightly while her white sweater flutters in the cooling breeze. Before shes given a chance to tuck her hands under her arms to secure the wayward sweater, you glimpse a deep purple shirt, covered in cracking white designs. The shirt, tucked in, reveals a woven brown belt, its worn bronze buckle glinting dully.
Fading dark blue jeans continue the path down her frame, but not before the hooked and tucked section just under her abdomen. Having given birth to eight children, shes still striving to lose post-pregnancy weight. Though you cannot see them through the people in front, her pants flare and drape over twin loafers, a gentle brown. Beneath her pant legs, cowers a pair of worn socks that crumple to her ankles.
At other times, such as when were at the relay, shell wear almost the same thing, with K-State sneakers. She walks with purposeful determination. In her boots, when were out, shes simply classy. She prefers not to wear shorts, sandals, or tank tops because shes uncomfortable with her figure. In short, my family defines the outfit by the footwear. Without the right shoes, the clothes are left meaningless and empty, blank as a clean page of parchment.
When I think of this woman I imagine a buoy on the water. Despite the fact that she hates swimming, if she goes under before long she bounces right back up, unharmed. This lady, this amazing, awe-inspiring female individual is _________________. . . My mother.















Devious Comments
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How about a little less questions and a little more shut the hell up?
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How about a little less questions and a little more shut the hell up?
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抱きしめたいの
Dakishimetaino
"I just want to hold you"
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Thanks for asking.
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抱きしめたいの
Dakishimetaino
"I just want to hold you"
©Chobits
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Don't forget to comment when you fave my stuff! Otherwise I will kill you. Yup yup.
If you have attempted Alchemy by drawing an array, clapping your hands, or snapping your fingers, paste this in your signature.
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抱きしめたいの
Dakishimetaino
"I just want to hold you"
©Chobits
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Don't forget to comment when you fave my stuff! Otherwise I will kill you. Yup yup.
If you have attempted Alchemy by drawing an array, clapping your hands, or snapping your fingers, paste this in your signature.
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抱きしめたいの
Dakishimetaino
"I just want to hold you"
©Chobits
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Don't forget to comment when you fave my stuff! Otherwise I will kill you. Yup yup.
If you have attempted Alchemy by drawing an array, clapping your hands, or snapping your fingers, paste this in your signature.
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抱きしめたいの
Dakishimetaino
"I just want to hold you"
©Chobits
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